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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years ago

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Pining/romanced companions react to a sole who got stuck in the oddest place in the most awkward position + helping them out but it involves some awkward touching and positioning! (Ps i love reading your blog, always makes my day 😁❤)

(Thank you so much for your patience, lovely!)

Cait:

"Ha! Oh wait, I'm sorry- I shouldn't laugh atcha. Don't give me that look, I'll get you out- just...wish I had me one of those working cameras."

Her automatic way of deflecting her awkward feelings was by trying to use humor.

Despite that, she is honestly pretty chill with the situation. Cait herself has very little shame, so the very most she would feel is discomfort in fear of overstepping some of your bounds with the way she has to touch you.

Curie:

"Sacrebleu! Are you alright? Can you still move all of your limbs..? Just, remain calm madam/monsieur, I'll go get help!"

Her first priority is to make sure that you can safely be released- not even once thinking of the inevitable.

She of course is aware of her feelings towards you, being practically slammed with them each and every time you smile at her. However that feeling of pining doesn't interfere with her ability to ensure your well being. All feelings put aside, she will not rest until she has you out.

Danse:

"....*curses under his breath*...Don't worry soldier, I'll have you out in no time."

Wouldn't it have been nicer just to have shot him in the foot? Danse surely thought so. Once he assessed you and found that you were physically okay, his gut would clench up with nerves- having realized what his next step would be.

It was so silly, he was a grown man- a Paladin for Pete's sake, and he was reluctant to grasp you in such a way just because of his feelings for you. For this, he would later ridicule himself.

He's absolutely dead whenever he realizes that at one point he has to stand directly in front of you to free you, inadvertently putting your face close to his crotch. Yes, his souls just completely leaves his body after that.

Deacon:

"Shit, well- let me go get the oil and we'll see what we can do."

No. Just no.

Deacon doesn't like being touched himself, so holding you in such a light as well combined with his general discomfort for human contact leaves him in a very tough predicament.

He isn't kidding. He will go get the oil goddamnit.

Gage:

"Woah, must be my lucky day! That's quite the nice view you're providin' boss. Hey, I'm just joking.."

He's not.

Gage knows better than to overstep his bounds..but he also knows when a glorious opportunity presents itself.

If only for a moment, he will unashamedly take in the view before -quite terribly- attempting to force you out of whatever you are stuck on.

Hancock:

"Well well, this sure is one heck of a pickle you've gotten yourself stuck in...heh, not funny? Too soon? Well never mind that then, sit tight."

Hancock? Uncomfortable with touching someone? Please.. Okay, maybe he is a little nervous about doing it to you, but that doesn't mean he is going to show it one little bit.

He'll play it cool, get you free in no time.

Macready:

"Hey boss...you do know that this wasn't a part of the route, right? I'm just joking, sheesh. Relax, I'll um, well, I'll try.."

Does he seem like he's doing good? Because internally? He's a hot mess.

Macready is pretty immature, so the mere thought of having to touch you mad position you in suggestive ways makes him both chuckle and blush like an idiot. Had you been anyone else, he probably just would've said "tough luck."

Maxson:

"Fuck.."

He didn't even mean to say something so brash, it being "unbecoming" of someone in his position to do so. In his defense, he couldn't think straight after seeing you in such a compromising position- his mind torn between thinking of how screwed you both were if you were ambushed..and how he'd have to pull you out of your position by some rather unfavorable means. Well...he wouldn't mind them too much.

Nonetheless, Arthur ends up fumbling terribly and making a fool out of himself more than he already had.

Nick:

"Dear heavens, okay kiddo, I need you to stay calm and still.."

Those feelings he harbors for you play no device in this. All he knows is that he needs to get you free.

Old Longfellow:

"Now how in the blazes did you wind up like that? No wonder you were taking so long cap'n, heh, I'm just pulling your leg.....literally."

Gets a kick out of it, not even thinking about the fact that he was actually going to have to maneuver you around-

However he is no child, he's touched plenty of ladies/men in his lifetime. But..feelings do complicate things, don't they?

Piper:

"For the love of everything good.."

She's totally cursing herself at this point, only to look down and blush when she realizes you thought she was making a remark towards your current predicament. Afterwards she'd make a huge deal about telling you that isn't at all what she meant and how sorry she was...rambling so much that you current position is lost on her until you give an irate "ahem".

Preston:

"Oh damn, um, just let me know...*starts trailing off* if I need to stop..."

Oh god, oh fuck..why did he just say that?!?!

He instantly is reduced to a bumbling mess. His usual smooth charisma being reduced down to the equivalent of a super mutant's.

Please have mercy on him. He might even make himself get stuck too..

Sturges:

"Shucks, uhhh- dontcha worry one bit, I'll get ya out of there."

He doesn't know whether to think himself lucky or cursed.

He's had his fair share of being stuck himself, so he at least knows how to move you around just in case that was an issue. That being said, he can't get the vision of your forced position out of his head no matter how hard he might try.

X6-88:

"How do you even manage to do these kinds of things? Never mind that ma'am/sir, remain as still as possible."

By nature, X6 is unreadable. His emotions hardly ever seem to surface, this predicament brings forth no exceptions.

Even if on the inside he is doing a little victory dance.

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babyboy-bangtan · 5 years ago

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By Chance Chapter 12

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS’s radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

✚ Pairing: Sub!BTS/Female Reader ✚ Word Count: 5.4K ✚ Rating: M ✚ Warnings: None. ✚ A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Dialogues spoken in Korean when English is also being spoken will be bolded and italicized. Read on AO3 / Chapters 1-4 / Chapters 5-8 / Chapters 9-10 / Chapter 11

The Meeting: Part 2

Thanks to some good, old fashioned bribing with tickets to the premiere of your next movie, you managed to get your hand on a couple of the pictures from BTS's SNL shoot, and you were able to have your assistant get you a custom made card for them. It's a pretty simple design, but you think that makes it look just perfect; it's one of their group photos, with 'HAPPY SNL DEBUT DAY' written at the bottom. It's a cute, well-made card that they can open to see what you've written inside— the problem only being that you don't know what to write just yet.

As you delete yet another sentence you've written on your notes because it doesn't feel right— this has been going on for at least half an hour— an incoming call from your assistant suddenly startles you.

"Fuck." You say, clutching your chest before answering it. "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, I'm right next in line at the flower shop— do you want me to give the phone to the florist when it's my turn?"

"Yeah, please do. I'll just wait on the line. Thank you!"

"Okay, no problem." She says, while you distract yourself by trying to come up with a nice, not too personal message to write to the boys.

They were absolute sweethearts when you met them, much more so than you thought they were going to be, not to mention much more breathtakingly beautiful in person than on screen— and that truly is saying something. It was a bit hard to keep yourself together while they were around you because of how stunning they looked, and when they told you that Jungkook and Jimin were actually your fans you almost lost it. Jungkook was especially adorable— he got so shy around you that it made you want to hug him and tell him it was okay, but you knew that would've been an invasion of his personal space you doubt he would've welcomed.

You almost made a fool of yourself when they asked you what your favorite video of theirs was; you answered Blood, Sweat and Tears so quickly that you were sure they would realize why it was your favorite. You ended up covering it up by saying it was because of how artistic it was— which is not a lie per se, only a partial truth— and they seemed to fully believe you. You couldn't go ahead tell them the true reason was because seeing them hanging from swings, being tied up and blindfolded while kneeling or wrapping their hands around their own throats makes you want to go wild— because they would've rightfully run for the hills.

So, because of how lovely and sweet they were, you want to give them something that might ease their nerves even if it's just a little bit. You know what it feels like to be nervous on SNL for the first time as a host— but they are the first South Korean band to ever perform there and you can't imagine how much pressure they must be feeling over that.

Since you don't know them that well, you went for the safest bet you could think of: a nice arrangement of flowers. You would've loved to go into the shop yourself, but if word got out that you were in a flower shop buying a arrangement with 7 different types of flowers, it'd be only a matter of time before someone put two and two together and fucked up your gift by telling some news outlet desperate for any kind of celeb gossip.

"Hi, sir." You hear your assistant say. "Would you mind speaking with my boss over the phone? She couldn't come here but she wanted to order an arrangement herself—"

"Sure, no problem." You hear a male voice say, a bit further away and muffled. "Hello?" Now his voice is perfectly clear.

"Hi! Thanks for accepting the call."

"No problem, ma'am. What can I help you with?"

"Okay, I wanted to order an arrangement that I need to be ready by... let's say Saturday at noon—"

"Uh, that's very soon—" He says, but you interrupt him because you knew this was coming. The flower shop is quite famous— and that fame is well earned because their work is stunning— but you know from someone that it's not impossible to get them delivered in a couple days, if you're willing to pay the price. Which you are. That's the reason you sent your assistant— so she would try to persuade him if in case you couldn't yourself through the phone and to avoid the possibility of him hanging up on you before hearing you out.

"I know— but I'll pay whatever it costs to get it by this Saturday."

"It's going to be a bit expensive, ma'am—"

"I know." You repeat. "Money won't be an issue."

"Uhhh... okay, then." He says. "What kind of arrangement do you have in mind?"

"I need a big arrangement that must have 7 different types of flowers— and I need it to be noticeable that they are 7 and they're different, and they all need to be given the same importance. I don't want any sticking out more than the others."

"Right, do you have any type of flowers in mind?"

"No because I don't really know anything about flowers— except that they have meanings. It would be perfect if you choose flowers that symbolized greatness, success, longevity, beauty, elegance— that type of things."

"Got it. Any particular color combinations, maybe warmer colors or...?"

"Oh, yes. I want the color you notice first to be pink. Maybe different types of pink? And if you need to add other colors, they should be pastels. But pink has to be the main color. I just want it to look really beautiful. I want the people getting it to feel valued when they see it."

"That I can do, ma'am. Anything else?"

"No, that's all. Thank you so much, my assistant will take care of the payment."

"My pleasure."

"Hi, boss." Your assistant says, always careful to not say your name out loud, just in case. "I got it from here."

"Oh, wait! Did you get the vase already?" You almost forgot to ask.

"Yes. I picked it up before coming here. It looks just like you wanted it. I'll text you a picture later."

"Thank you! See you soon!"

You also had her order a custom made glass vase inspired on the cover of their latest album, but you don't know yet if it's going to look good or clash with the arrangement the florist will make for you. If it doesn't look good you'll just discard the idea, even though you really hope it does. You want them to know you just didn't ask for a generic arrangement of flowers, you want them to be able to tell that you put some thought into this so they know they're appreciated. You know a thing or two about feeling like an outsider, and you also know the relief you can get from knowing that someone from the other side is on yours too, supporting you.

When you hang up, you suddenly have an idea for what you want to write. When you went down a rabbit hole of BTS compilation videos that ended up with you laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and there were tears streaming down your face— who would've thought that the same guys who look like sin personified on stage and music videos were so damn goofy and hilarious?— you noticed there was a word they kept saying, but you forgot to search what it meant.

You open your browser and search 'what does fighting mean in kpop', because even though you're pretty sure that based on the context they used it you understood its meaning correctly, it still doesn't hurt to make sure.

"... a Korean word of support or encouragement. It is frequently used in sports or whenever a challenge such as a difficult test or unpleasant assignment is met. It derives from a Konglish borrowing of the English word "Fighting!"

You were correct.

화이팅— you will definitely use that. You start typing again, and for the first time you actually feel like what you wrote is appropriate for the situation.

You just hope the boys will actually like it, instead of thinking it's too much or that you crossed a line.

Much to Jungkook and Jimin's displeasure— although, to be fair, after meeting you the rest of them wouldn't have minded to spend more time with you either— they had to wait until Saturday before they could see you again. Sadly, even though the day is already upon them, they're now too focused on being completely prepared to really think about anything else. That's the reason why they hoped to meet with you again before the day of the episode; they hoped to interact with you one more time without having to worry so much about giving their best for their performances just yet.

To tell the truth, apart from Jimin and Jungkook who already were very aware they liked you and were really looking forward to meet you, the rest of them hadn't really had any set expectations when it came to you meeting them. Namjoon had been worried about Jin maybe getting flustered— which he didn't because he didn't really talk to you at all to make sure that didn't happen— and Yoongi was hoping to see Jin getting flustered, but he just settled for enjoying how shy and nervous Jimin and Jungkook got when you paid attention to them. What Hoseok loved the most was how quickly you made them feel at ease with you— like you'd known each other for a long time. Taehyung loved that too— and he also loved that you shared your experience with them to make them feel better. It really helped him feel a bit less nervous about their performance.

They had known you'd be nice— how could they think otherwise with Jungkook constantly reminding them about your kind personality— but they felt they weren't really prepared for how easy it was to be around you, even if there were embarrassing moments for several of them. Embarrassment was unavoidable, but any sort of awkwardness was nonexistent. You made them feel comfortable and welcome immediately, and they really appreciated it and were thankful for that.

After you shot the promos you had to leave and gave them all a hug goodbye, which was more than Jungkook ever thought he was going to get. And when you told them you were dying to see them perform live on Saturday, Jungkook felt like he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor. You kept telling them all how amazing and talented they were, and at that point they were all blushing and feeling embarrassed at your praises, not knowing what else to do but saying thank you as you rambled on about how incredible their choreographies and voices were. Namjoon got so shy when you told him his English was incredible that he could barely say another word after that.

When you finally left and they returned to their dressing room, Jungkook had to sit down to process everything that had just happened. He met you, you hugged him twice and to top it all you said they were great and told them how much you loved their songs and music videos.

Both him and Jimin got a good amount of teasing from the others on their way back to the hotel because of how flustered they'd gotten when you talked to them— Yoongi said he thought Jungkook was going to faint when you told him to sit next to you and Hoseok laughed at how charming Jimin tried to be and how immediately shy he got by you just talking to him.

"Namjoon-Hyung got shy too when she said his English was good!" Jimin had blurted out, trying to divert the teasing to someone else while the others laughed.

"Why are you dragging me into this? I didn't say anything!" Namjoon had complained, blushing deeply.

The teasing went on through the rest of the day, and by the time they had to go to bed, Jungkook started daydreaming about the possibility of you and all of them becoming actual friends. After getting to spend time with you and because of how nice you were, it slowly stopped feeling like something unreachable.

Now, the day of the show is finally here, and even though their performances are at the forefront of their minds, knowing that they'll get to see you again is also something that makes them feel excited. Some more so than others, but they're all excited nonetheless.

When they arrive to the studio the feeling of anticipation starts to truly settle in, and with it nervousness and excitement as well. They are well prepared— they've rehearsed the songs over and over again— but the possibility of something going wrong and affecting the performance negatively is always a worry.

Namjoon walks into the room first, but he suddenly stops his movements when he catches sight of what's on the table.

"What? What's this?" He asks, shocked, looking around their staff for answers. "Who left this here?"

There's a beautiful, huge flower arrangement waiting for them.

"Wooooow." Taehyung says right behind him. "Is this from the SNL people? It's so pretty." He smells the flowers, closing his eyes as he enjoys their lovely perfume. Someone from their staff answers that someone from the SNL crew left it a little while ago without saying anything else.

The rest walk in and marvel at the arrangement as well, but it's Hoseok who finally realizes there's actually an envelope positioned between the flowers.

"Oh, guys, I think there's a card." He opens the envelope and smiles at the image on the card, showing it to the others."Cute."

"Who is it from, Hyung?" Jimin asks, going to smell the flowers as well while Taehyung takes a picture of them.

"It's from [Y/N]-Noona!" Jungkook suddenly exclaims, reading over Hoseok's shoulder.

"She wrote a message." Hoseok says, handing it to Namjoon, who quickly reads it and translates it for the rest of them.

It's normal to be nervous, but remember you're here for a reason: You already made it. Don't worry, you're gonna kill it! 화이팅! [Y/N]

"She wrote 'fighting' in Korean, that's so thoughtful of her." He says with a smile, handing the card to Jimin when he asks for it.

"Ah, [Y/N]-Noona is so nice." Taehyung says as he reads the card with Jimin, who nods in agreement.

"Ah, wait—" Yoongi suddenly mumbles, crouching down slightly to take a better look. "The vase looks like the cover of our album."

"What, really?" Jin says, resting his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and crouching as well. "Oh wow, it does." In the middle of the soft pink of the glass vase, they can see the distinct heart shape of their album cover art. "This looks very expensive." He finally adds, standing upright again.

"Hyung, we don't have anything like this for her!" Jungkook suddenly says, almost panicking.

You got them this incredibly thoughtful gift, and he worries that you might feel they are ungrateful because they didn't get anything for you. How did it not occur to them to get you a flower bouquet as well? It's such a common thing to give, even if it still would've been a smaller gift than the one you gave them. It would've been something, at least.

"Well, we've got the album to give her." Namjoon says, scratching the back of his head. Until Jungkook mentioned it, he hadn't really considered that they might look rude for not getting you something like this as well.

"Don't be silly, she obviously didn't get us this because she was waiting for something in return." Yoongi interrupts them before Jungkook starts to have a meltdown. "You can tell she's not the kind of person who'd do something like that."

"He's right." Hoseok agrees. "I think she just wanted us to feel welcome."

"I think so too." Jimin says, with Taehyung nodding at his side. Jin and Namjoon also agree, and Jungkook can't really argue against that. You're too kind to be bothered by something like that and you definitely wouldn't get them something because you wanted something from them. You did this because you wanted to, and that's it.

When they start getting dressed for their Boy With Luv performance, Jungkook can't help himself and keeps glancing at the TV on the wall to check if you're there already, even if he knows the show hasn't even started yet. In your first SNL episode you were hilarious, and he knows this time will be no different.

Once you do appear, Jungkook's eyes are firmly glued to the screen. He's vaguely aware a stylist is working on him, but he's just letting her do whatever she needs while enjoying your monologue. The rest of the boys end up watching it as well, even though they don't all understand what you're saying on the same level. Namjoon, however, is laughing so hard he's almost crying.

"Oh my god, she's hilarious." He says, clutching his stomach. Jungkook had mentioned more than once that you were funny, but he had no idea you were this funny. The way you deliver every line you're saying makes it just perfect. As far as he knows you're not a comedic actor, but looking at you so at ease standing there, he feels like you definitely could be.

Jungkook grins at him, nodding in agreement.

After that, the there's not much more to do than practice the little details and wait for the time of the performance to come.

When you were told that you only had to be at the main stage a couple minutes before you needed to present BTS, you have to admit you were a little disappointed. You wanted to see the boys again before that, but work is work and you needed to do several outfit changes through the night. You're now dressed in regular clothes again, but after their performance is done you need to rush out of there and start getting ready for another sketch once again. So far everything has been going smoothly, except for one moment where you almost broke character and started laughing, but you managed to work it out pretty well and continue without much trouble.

Once you finally get there, the boys are already waiting on the stage and you manage to wave at them with a smile before a makeup artist pulls you away and starts fixing your face, and soon enough you're standing in front of the camera, ready to introduce them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, BTS." You say, moving away to the side so the camera can focus on them instead.

You, of course, are immediately enraptured by their performance and can't take your eyes off of them. Your brain still has a hard time processing that the boys who got so shy while just talking to you are over there now, being incredibly sexy and seductive like it's the way they are 24/7. They absolutely know what they're doing, and they know how to do it perfectly. They own the stage, and they love it.

You find yourself mouthing the "oh my my my" part of the chorus and dancing on your spot, because it's too catchy not to. The song is great, and you know for a fact it's gonna be a hit, and the performance is even better. You'll definitely be listening to it over and over again after this.

When the song is done, you only manage to give them two excited thumbs up when they look at where you are, before you are ushered away to get dressed for your next sketch. Things thankfully continue to go by without a problem; the audience's response is very positive and you feel quite confident about how everything is turning out to be.

It's not long before you're having another wardrobe change to present BTS's second performance of the night, and you're even more excited about this one than you were before. This song is actually one of your favorites, it's so fun to listen to and you can't wait to see them perform it live.

"Once again, BTS." You say, smiling widely as the camera moves away from you and goes to them.

You can actually sing this one— except for the parts in Korean— so you're really enjoying yourself this time. Dancing to their songs is pretty much unavoidable, and you can't help but mimic some of the easy parts of their choreography as well. They take your breath away through their entire performance— those damn hip rolls could give you a heart attack— and when they finish you start clapping and cheering for them like there's no tomorrow. They do get to see you right before someone takes you away so you can change again, and you manage to give them another thumbs up as you walk away to the dressing room.

When you're finally done with the last sketch, you feel the tension slip away from your body almost immediately. The last thing you need to do is get out of your costume and wrap up the episode with BTS and the cast, and you'll be finally done.

Your final outfit is a simple, not too tight dark blue suit with a white shirt and high heels, and the moment your makeup is fixed up you go back to the stage to get on position for the ending.

The boys are already there when you arrive, and you quickly greet them before someone from the production team starts to place them in the spots that work best for their height in relation to yours. When the cameras start rolling again you deliver your words of thanks for the opportunity to have so much fun with the SNL cast again and thank them, BTS and the amazing production team before saying your final goodbye so the credits can roll in.

You waste no time in hugging the boys one by one, immediately telling them how absolutely amazing their performance was, and then move on to the SNL cast who compliment you and tell you that you did a great job, which you say right back at them. They invite you to the after party, but you politely decline because you actually have a flight to catch in a few hours— and also because you're tired and don't really want to go.

Before you can start saying goodbye to them, Namjoon stops you to speak to you.

"Hey, would you mind to come by our dressing room in a bit? We have a little gift we wanted to give you—" He says, and you suddenly remember your assistant had told you that someone from their staff had asked her that already, and they told her they were going to film it.

"Oh, yes! Of course." You nod. "You guys go ahead and I'll be there in a sec." You want to switch your heels for something more comfortable before that.

They go in the direction of their dressing room, whereas you go find your assistant so she can give you your sneakers and take your high heels from you. Once you're done, you ask someone to lead you to where BTS's is staying.

"Come in, [Y/N]!" You hear Namjoon say when he sees you at the door, and you walk in and bow slightly to their staff before greeting them.

"Annyeonghaseyo." You say, and they reply the same to you. "Hey guys!" You say, waving at them. You hold yourself back from touching them too much because you don't want their fans to react negatively to this interaction, or maybe take it the wrong way. They all greet you with bright smiles, and suddenly Namjoon asks you to stand in the middle of them so they can take a picture.

"Oh, of course." You position yourself between Jungkook and Jimin. "You guys were so great tonight!" You say once the picture is taken.

You hear a chorus of thank you, and before you can leave Namjoon stops you and hands you a copy of their own album.

"We wanted to give you this—"

"You guys!" You say, genuinely touched at the gesture. "That's so sweet, thank you so much!" You clutch the album to your chest. "I love it."

You have to leave the room shortly after, and you wave at them as you walk through the door while they all yell goodbye to you.

You look at the album on your way back to your own dressing room; they all signed it, and even wrote little messages like 'thank you for the support', which you find to be absolutely adorable. Your assistant is waiting for you with yet another change of clothes— never in your life you have changed so often in such a short period of time, including your previous SNL appearance— so you can be actually comfortable once you're on your way to the airport.

Today was a long day, but a really fun and exciting one nonetheless. You just hope you'll be able to get some sleep on the plane, because otherwise you'll be fucked tomorrow.

It's not until after they are done filming the ending of their episode that Jungkook has a sudden thought, and waits no time to blurt it out to everyone in the middle of the room, startling even their stylists.

"We didn't thank [Y/N]-Noona for the flowers!" He cries out, looking like the world is about to end. He was just staring at the arrangement thinking about what a nice gesture it had been and how happy it made him, when he realized they never even did so much as mention it to you— and you didn't say anything about it.

"Oh shit." Namjoon says, realizing he's right and feeling angry at himself for not realizing it sooner. He had the entire night already planned in his mind and he did everything he had to do meticulously— but your gift was something he hadn't expected at all and his own nerves and excitement made him forget about it with everything else going on. "Do you think she's already gone?" He turns to their staff. "Can you find out if she left?"

God, they wasted so much time changing into their clothes that it's a very big possibility that you already left the building.

"She's still here, her assistant said she would make sure she doesn't leave yet, but you have to be fast because she has a flight to catch." Someone from their staff says, slightly breathless.

"Come on, let's go. We can't leave without thanking her." Namjoon says, and Yoongi frowns from his place on the couch.

"Do we all have to go? I'm sure it will be fine if only you go and thank her for all of us—" He complains, not wanting to get up.

"We're all going, Hyung. Get up." Namjoon says, leaving no room for discussion for anyone.

"I didn't really forget to thank her, I just thought they had decided not to and didn't say anything." Taehyung whispers to Jimin as they walk, who covers his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Don't tell them that." He manages to whisper back.

When they finally arrive to your dressing room, they find you sitting there scrolling through your phone without a care in the world.

"Guys, hi!" You greet them with a smile, standing up once you see them enter. "What happened? My assistant told me—"

"We are so sorry!" Jungkook blurts out, looking very apologetic. You look at him like you have no idea what he's talking about— which, to tell the truth, you probably don't.

"Huh?" You say, frowning in confusion. "Sorry about...?"

"We forgot to thank you for the flowers." Namjoon quickly says, taking the reins of the apology. "We were very grateful when we saw them, and the message on the card was very thoughtful."

"The flowers— that's what this was about? You are very welcome guys, but it wasn't necessary to come all the way here, I promise." You laugh, lifting up both of your hands as if to make sure they understand you don't mind.

"No, no, it is. You went through all the trouble of getting them and it would be very rude to not thank you for them." Namjoon argues while the rest of them nod in agreement, and you bring your hands to your chest.

"That's incredibly sweet guys— I'm very happy you liked it. I just wanted you to know you are very welcome here. I know there are some people here that can be— how do I put this?" You look like you're trying to find the right words for a couple seconds. "Literal pieces of shit when it comes to talking about you." They all laugh at that, they can't really help it because of the deadpan way you say it. "But so many people here love you and appreciate you, and I hope you never forget that even if sometimes the worst people seem to be the loudest, they're not the majority. Not at all." They are all really touched by your words once Namjoon translates for them, but when he's about to reply to you he's interrupted by your assistant.

"[Y/N], the car is here. You need to go." She says, speaking from the door.

"I'm so sorry, I have to get going." You say, and they all nod in understanding. You sling your bag over your shoulder and start hugging them goodbye, but as you let go of Jungkook who is the last one, you suddenly say something that surprises them. "We should keep in touch."

"I can give you my number." Jungkook says immediately, pulling out his own phone so fast the others don't even see the movement. Jin has to look down in order to not burst out laughing right there, while the others do a slightly better job at hiding their reactions. "Or you give me yours." He unlocks his phone just in case, as he feels his ears starting to get hot. He doesn't care about embarrassment right now, this is more important.

You take the phone from his hand with a smile and quickly type your number, leaving it like that for him to save it himself.

"[Y/N]—" Your assistant calls for you again.

"Sorry guys, gotta go." You say, smiling apologetically. "Text me so I can save your number." You tell Jungkook with a smile right before walking away, leaving him just standing there looking down at the phone on his hand.

Jimin has his own phone out, quickly copying the number for himself before saving it as [Y/N] 누나.

"She gave me her number." Jungkook says, looking down at the screen in a daze.

"Yes, she did." Namjoon says, squeezing his shoulder while trying not to laugh at his reaction.

As they go get their things to finally go back to the hotel ,Jungkook's mind is focused only on the fact that he got your number, but not only that— he got it because you were the one who wanted to stay in touch with them.

He doesn't think he'll be able to sleep tonight.

While you relax and try to enjoy the car ride to the airport, your phone suddenly vibrates on your lap.

Is this [Y/N]?

It's a message from a number you don't recognize, so of course you assume it's Jungkook.

Yes. Who's this?

What you get in response is a selfie, but not from the person you were expecting.

It's Jimin. He's giving you a finger heart and has a puppy filter on, and you can't deny that your heart skips a beat at how adorable he looks.

Looks like someone stole my number.

Your phone vibrates immediately after, but this time it's a new number.

[Y/N]? Jungkook?

Much like Jimin, he sends you a selfie to confirm his identity— but unlike Jimin he has no filter on and is just looking at the camera with a grin instead. You feel your heart skip a beat again, and this time you send a picture of yourself in response, smiling as well.

Before you can even lock your phone it vibrates again, and this time it's Jimin.

Fuck.

He just sent you a selfie of himself pouting.

I don't steal :(

You have no doubts anymore. These boys will be the death of you.

This is the final chapter of the first arc of the story! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

#sub!bts #sub!idol #bts x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #my work

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angryteapot · 6 years ago

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Hard to Say

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: What happens when you tell Steve, your adorkably loving boyfriend, that you’re bored? He takes you on a midnight adventure and gives you the Universe.

Warnings: So much sappy fluff you may very well barf.

Word Count: 2532

A/N: My (slightly late) entry for @imhereforbvcky & @justsomebucky ‘s Cap² Challenge! Prompt is bolded. There was a few ways this could have gone, but @delicatelyherdreams told me to go in this disgustingly sweet direction. Thanks for always being amazing and going over my unedited fluff garbage! <3

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“Steve.”

“Hmm?” He raised his eyebrows and hummed in response, still not looking up at you, completely engrossed in his sketchbook.

You wiggled your socked feet, which were tucked under his thigh as you both sat on the sofa - him on one end and you stretched out, leaning against the armrest with a book and a mug of hot chocolate.

“Y/N,” he laughed, “Give me a minute to finish this shading then, I promise, you’ll have my full attention.”

You harrumphed and muttered a petulant “fine” as you slumped back and let your eyes roam his concentrated face. When Steve was concentrated on his sketching, his eyebrows drew together, nose slightly scrunched, lower lip protruding adorably. You couldn’t help the small, adoring smile that painted your lips.

You’d been in a happily committed relationship with Steve for the better part of four years, with two years of friendship prior to that, and yet each time you looked at him it was like falling in love all over again.

You were still studying his profile when he finally turned to you with a wide smile, reaching his arms up to stretch. Amidst a satisfied groan he said, “Okay sweetheart, you have my full attention. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

Your mind blanked as his shirt rode up slightly from his stretching, exposing his toned stomach.

“Uhhh…”

He smirked and cocked one eyebrow. “Am I distracting you?”

“No…” you shook your head to focus and smiled sweetly. “Stevie?”

“Oh boy. Whenever you use that nickname, with that tone and smile, it usually means trouble.”

You adored this man. “No you goof, not this time. I’m just so bored! I don’t really have the energy to start a prank war, so I need you to distract me - not in that way, you perv!”

“Aw honey, you wound me,” his salacious grin had turned into a mock pout.

Rolling your eyes, you scooted yourself over until you were tucked under his arm, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes. “C’mon Stevie, take me somewhere magical.”

“Y/N, it’s…” he glanced at the clock across the room, “It’s past ten, there’s nothing open but bars and food pl-”

You stared at him as he trailed off, a thoughtful look on his face before he grinned and continued, “Y’know what? I know the perfect place.”

“No bars or crowded places? I don’t know if I’m up for that tonight,” you looked down at your socked feet and over-sized sweater (the one you stole from Bucky), and decided that you most definitely did not want to change into actual clothes.

“Just you and me, sweetheart. I promise there will be nobody else but us, and you don’t even have to change if you don’t want to… On second thought, you might want to put on some sweats, it’ll be a little chilly.”

“You have yourself a deal Rogers, gimme seven-ish minutes and I’ll meet you… where?” You hopped up with a kiss to his cheek, excited and already on your way to grab some sweats.

“Make it fifteen, I have to grab a few things. Meet me in the hangar, okay?”

“You got it!”

> > > Thirty Minutes Later > > > >

True to his word, Steve had been waiting for you by one of the jets fifteen minutes later. Your arms were laden with a few essentials for your mystery adventure, and you were bouncing with excitement as you both boarded the jet.

Steve had immediately gone to the cockpit and punched in the coordinates to the mystery location and set it on autopilot. After the jet was in the air, he'd smiled and said he'd be right back, disappearing into the small room that usually housed a cot and medical supplies for emergencies.

“Steve. Steve. Where are we going? I brought my blanket. And a thermos with hot chocolate," you called out to him from around the opaque glass. “If you tell me where we’re going, I’ll share with you.”

Silence.

“Steve. Stevie. Stévano. Stevína. Ste- hey!”

You laughed as he stalked out of the little room, his glare playfully disgruntled by your name-calling.

"So… where we goin'?" Your cheeky grin was contagious, and Steve smiled softly at you before responding.

"Somewhere special. But it's a surprise, so you're not allowed to see. Is it okay if I blindfold you when we get closer?"

You were wrapped in his arms, a kiss pressed to the crown of your head as the question was asked. You looked up at him in bewilderment, "Blindfold? Wow, who knew Cap was so kinky?"

The teasing glint in your eye and the exaggerated wink you gave had him rolling his own eyes.

"No uniform, so Cap has left the building, you're stuck with plain ol' Steve. And the blindfold is to keep it a surprise, but I could possibly be persuaded to use it in… other situations."

You laughed out, "You're incorrigible. But uh, about that Cap thing…"

He blanched. "You didn't. Please Y/N, tell me you didn't."

"I did indeed, my dear Captain. I'm in my pajamas and you're in sweats and a t-shirt, it's time to even the playing field."

Turning around with a flourish, you reached into your bag and pulled out the set of novelty Captain America pajamas, thrusting them into his chest and pointing to the changing area.

"Step to, Captain!"

"Yes ma'am," he pouted as he walked around the partition to reluctantly change into the offending outfit.

A few minutes later, he emerged covered in gaudy red white and blue, a poorly-drawn replica of his shield covering the chest. You couldn't contain your laughter as you saw that his long legs had turned the pants into high-waters.

"You're lucky I love you," Steve pouted as he crossed his arms, wincing when a ripping sound filled the air.

"I am indeed lucky you love me, thank you for humoring me, my dear Captain," you hugged him and leaned up to kiss his pouty lips.

> > > > > > >

You had been in the air for several hours, which made you incredibly curious as to where Steve was taking you. The time was filled with card games and banter, even some light dozing on your part as Steve rubbed your shoulders. Said dozing was interrupted, a small snort of surprise leaving you, when the console beeped and F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, "Five minutes to the destination, Captain Rogers."

"Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.," he acknowledged. He turned to you and nuzzled your cheek, whispering, "Time for the blindfold, sweetheart."

You acquiesced and let him slip it over your eyes, trusting him to guide you to whatever the surprise was.

Minutes passed, and you felt him stand behind you, torso pressed against your back as his hands gripped your shoulders.

A shiver ran down your spine as he whispered in your ear, "Do you trust me to guide you?"

"I'd trust you to the end of the Universe."

He told you to walk forward, maneuvering around obstacles with gentle nudges to your shoulder. He pulled you to a stop, telling you that there were steps in front of you, ten of them to be exact. He helped you up them, closely following as his hand rested on the small of your back to help you up.

It was a good thing that he was taller than you, because he was on the step below you but you could feel him reach up to unlatch the door.

"Are we going to the top of the jet?"

"Yes ma’am we are. F.R.I.D.A.Y., are we in position?"

"You better not be planning to push me off, Rogers. F.R.I.D.A.Y. will avenge me if you do."

He only chuckled, listening to the AI's response. "Yes, Captain Rogers. Would you like me to land?"

"No, keep it hovering, and turn on stealth mode please."

"Of course, sir."

"Stealth mode?" you inquired.

He shushed you and guided you through the hatch.

"Okay, you ready for this, sweetheart?"

You kept close to him; you didn't think he'd let you fall off the edge of the jet, but you weren't about to take any chances since you didn't know how high the jet was hovering.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Rogers."

He gently lifted the blindfold, kissing your eyelids and smoothing your hair down.

"Oh," you gasped in wonder, eyes filled with stars. Not in the cliché sense, but in the literal sense - the stars were so vibrant and plentiful above you, even the Milky Way was splashed beautifully across the sky.

You looked over the edge of the jet, still clinging to Steve, to see a million reflected stars beneath you as well. With the jet in stealth mode, it seemed as if you were floating in the air, completely immersed in stars and magic.

"Steve it's beautiful. Where are we?"

Pulling you away from the ledge, he hugged you from behind, lulling the both of you into a gentle sway, "Bolivia. I was looking online for the best stargazing locations, and came across these salt flats. I looked up pictures and I knew that I just had to bring you here."

You turned around in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist and looking up at him adoringly. "You're such a sap."

He just smiled and held you tighter, "Dance with me?"

You guessed those were the magic words, because suddenly soft music permeated the air. You started dancing in time to the slow beat, trusting Steve to keep you away from the invisible edges of the jet.

You danced slowly for quite a while until it morphed into a mellow swing dance, Steve expertly swinging and lifting you, your eyes cast up to the stars and laughing freely. After dancing awhile longer, you both carefully made your way to sit at the edge of the jet, feet hanging over.

> > > > > > >

You held hands and sat in peaceful silence, just gazing up at the breathtaking night sky. Steve fidgets a bit, squeezing your hand until you looked over to him. In the dark, lit only by the brilliant stars overhead, his beautiful eyes look iridescent.

"I love you," the earnestness in Steve's tone as he told you this was something new.

"A horrible decision, really," you quipped. It was a thing with you: never saying those three words back.

Of course you loved him and he knew that but actually saying it terrified you; it would make everything that much more real. Even after all those years of happiness, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were Avengers, true happiness could never be in the cards for long. You vainly hoped that never saying those three particular words would keep away the inevitable heartbreak.

"I will give you everything in my pocket if, just for tonight, you hold my hand and say that you love me."

His words shocked you, lip wobbling with the fresh anxiety that was crawling up your throat.

"Your Captain America pajama pockets?" You tried to joke, deflect, but his eyes spoke volumes of just how much he needed to hear those up.

Time to pony up Y/N, you thought to yourself. You loved Steve with everything you had, and he deserved to hear those words. Sure, you said it in obscure ways, or showed him with thoughtful actions, but you could tell he desperately wanted to hear those specific three words.

Shifting to face him better, you gripped his hands and tried, "I-" Your voice wavered, and you took a breath, steeling yourself before trying again. You looked him in the eye and announced with conviction, "I love you, Steve Rogers."

His eyes widened, truly not expecting the next onslaught or words and emotions.

"Oh god, I love you so much Steve," tears welled up in your eyes but didn’t fall as you flung yourself into his chest and babbled, "I love you so much, I just couldn't bring myself to say those words. But I adore you, you mean the world to me and I would follow you to the end of the Universe."

Steve was elated, rubbing your arms soothingly and peppering kisses to your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, finally meeting your lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt him squirm out of your hands, confused until you pulled back and saw what he was holding.

"I did promise you everything that was in my pockets sweetheart," his smile was sweet and nervous, "Will you stay by my side forever and make me the happiest being in the Universe?"

"Are you-" eyes wide, hands drifting up to cover your gasp.

"Y/N will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

The ring was beautiful, but nothing shone brighter than his hopeful smile.

"Yes, of course I will, you stupid jerk. God, you just had to propose while we're both in ridiculous pajamas, and my hair's a mess, and my eyebags are probably taking over my face, but it's beautiful and so stupidly perfect, I love y - mph!"

Steve laughed and interrupted your rambling with an elated kiss, pulling you away from the edge to lay half on top of him as he hugged you tightly.

You stayed that way, briefly getting up to grab the blanket, before laying with him on the jet roof. You both drifted off in each others' arms, woken mere hours later with a flash of light. You both slowly woke, sitting up to watch the world turn into a kaleidoscope of breathtaking colors as the sun finally rose.

You looked at your ring, mesmerized at how beautifully it sparkled in the new sunlight. You looked up to Steve and saw him smiling dopily, your own expression probably mirroring his.

> > > > > > >

You got up hand in hand and started the journey back home, eager to share the news. And to sleep in your soft bed rather than the hard surface of the jet. A few hours in the air and you suddenly blurted, "Was that planned the whole time?"

Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, Steve turned from the cockpit and said, "Not exactly. I mean, I've been carrying that ring for a while, but it never seemed like the right time. But last night, with the stars, and you looked so happy and beautiful. We were both in ridiculous pajamas, no plan, just a spontaneous trip. You were laughing, and there was starlight in your hair, and I just knew then that it was the perfect moment."

You walked over and half-heartedly punched him in the arm, face-planting into his chest as the joyful tears finally fell. "God, you're so stupid and sappy, I love you so much you idiot."

"I feel lovingly insulted, but I'm going to kiss you anyways."

"You better," you sniffled as he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your face up to meet his lips.

To some people it might have been a weird, imperfect proposal, but it meant the world to you. And if the other shoe did indeed drop, you would have Steve by your side to fight whatever came your way.

#cap2challenge #steve rogers x reader #steve roger x you #captain america x reader #captain america x you #reader insert #fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #stargazing #established relationship

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assassinofthebrotherhood · 6 years ago

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Assassin’s Creed (Crossover Friendly) Starters!

Hey I’m bored and like to rp so here’s a bunch of starters

Please specify who it's from, and who it's to.

My muse is always an assassin.

Pleace also specify the category.

Civilian -> Assassin

"Yo-You're bleeding!"

"You just- killed-"

"Thank you for saving me!"

"Are those... scars!?"

"Are you okay? Your acting strange..."

"Muse! How could you have never told me? I thought we were friends!"

"You're wearing a particularly suspicious outfit..."

"You're telling me, that you'RE THE WANTED MAN!?!?"

"I never would've thought-"

"You just jumped from that building! HOW could you possibly be ok!?!?"

"JEESE-! Don't scare me like that..."

"Where did you come from?"

"Is that.... blood!?"

"Uhhh, muse? Why are the guards/police coming towards like that"

"Where are you taking me!?!?"

"make up your own"

Assassin -> Assassin

"Muse, I need you to help me with this mission."

"What did you do this time!?"

"I've got some bad suspicions about the Master...." (ac1)

"they're going to kill us if they found out about us..."

"Nonononononono, you can't die on me, you're an assassin, pull through it!"

"We should travel by roof. There'll be less guards, and it will be faster"

"Quiet! You mustn't spook the target!"

"Maybe if we're quiet enough, we can skip in unnoticed."

"Race you to ____!"

"I wonder if we'll be mentors someday."

"I wonder if I'll be a rafiq of my own bureau someday." (Ac1)

"make up your own"

Mentor -> Novice/Trainee

"Do it again."

"No, no, no, you're doing it wrong!"

"here, let me show you."

"Muse, I think you're ready for your first solo mission."

"Well, muse, you must be my Apprentice. I'm your mentor, muse, but call me mentor."

"I'm so proud, you're finally becoming a real assassin."

"Are you ready for this? Because there is no turning back."

"First lesson, our motto."

"Come here, so I can show it to you"

"Where did you find this?"

"Do you want to learn it?"

"you deserve a break."

"Jump or I'll push you."

"come with me, you're going on a mission."

"YOU SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME, DO NOT DO THIS AGAIN YOU HEAR ME!?"

"Your skills are improving."

"make up your own"

Novice -> Mentor

"Can you show me ____?"

"Are you muse?"

"How did you do that?"

"I'll never get it right..."

"when can I go on a mission?"

"Are you sure it's safe? It looks pretty far down..."

"Is training like this EVERY day?"

"Someday, Mentor, I'll surpass you."

"I thought my sword would be real?"

"Are those... mine?"

"What's this? *holds up ancient sword*"

"Are you sure I'm ready for this?"

"Who's Shay?" (After rogue)

"Can Templars be Assassins?"

"Can we start training yet?"

"Make up your own"

Assassin -> Civilian

"Sir/ma'am, are you alright?"

"I should've told you sooner muse but, I'm an assassin."

"you even think about turning me in, and I'll kill you dead on the spot."

"Are you Muse f/n l/n? I need you to come with me."

"Whatever you do, DONT turn around, you do and we're both dead."

"I know you don't know me, but sorry about this. *kisses muse*"

"How did you know what I was?"

"I'll explain everything over dinner."

"Templars are coming, follow me if you want to live."

"Stop struggling before I mock you out! I'm trying to save your life"

"Muse, get behind me, NOW."

"Damn, I should've known what they were going to do to you, I'm sorry."

"There's no time to explain! Shut up, and get in the cart/on the horse!!"

"Make up your own"

I muse any of the main assassin’s, and I also have some pretty detailed ocs. Please write more than 1 sentence. These are also crossover friendly! (I’m extremely willing to try Avengers/assassin’s Creed crossover :D)

My main oc is Vero Ca’Leck. (And I tend to do romance/crush rps and double up)

Also feel free to add a supernatural twist to it.

#new rp #assassins creed rp #rp #ocs #muses #assassins creed #roleplay #rp starter #starters #open starter #crossover #crossover rp #avengers #marvel #friendly #descriptive

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explicitlytheballs · 8 years ago

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Big Baller

It's Gelo week all week scroll down and just read.🙌😉 - Omniscient Destiny sighed as she counted all of her ones. She then stuffed the money in her duffle bag and zipped it up. "Fuck. I don't have enough money for this hotel room" She whispered to herself and shook her head. "Delicious boss wants you back on stage it's been five minutes already." Sugar alerted her. "Damn it's been five minutes already." Destiny got up from her chair and looked in the mirror to see if her make-up was okay. "Girl ya titties are fine." Sugar laughed as she applied more lipstick. "I'm looking at my make-up girl." "Oh because I was finna say girl, you got some pretty natural titties." She complimented. "Thank you." Destiny said and waited for the announcer to call her name. "I fuckin' hate this thong." She hissed, and peeked behind the curtain. "Y'all already know it's going down, all the men get ya money ready forrrrr." He dragged out. "Delicious!" She strutted to the pole ignoring all the cat calls the men gave her. The DJ started the music and Destiny began to swing on the pole. She wouldn't even look at the thirsty men who was looking at her and throwing cash, but one man caught her eyes. He smirked at her as he threw cash at her like a money machine. Destiny smiled and looked down at the floor to see all hundreds and some ones surrounding her. "Why not give him his own show?" She thought to herself and made her way up the pole and slowly came down on the beat doing the splits. All she felt was cash flying all over her ass and it didn't stop. Destiny usually wouldn't pay these ugly dudes any mind, but the guy that she saw on the other hand was very attractive, and not some old horny nigga with missing teeth. "Oh yeah, shake that ass baby." An old dude said while throwing a dollar on stage. Destiny rolled her eyes and continued to do her routine only paying attention to the mystery man in front of her. "Give it up forrrrrr Delicious, she make ya mouth water don't it?" The dj made a slurping noise. Destiny laughed, and managed to pick up all the cash that was spread out all over the stage. Destiny winked at the man before going into their changing room. "Damn girl." Sugar eyes widened at all the money in Destiny's hand. Destiny smiled. "I guess tonight was my lucky night, Lord knows I needed this." "Somebody blessed you with them hundreds, you must've been looking very delicious." She licked her lips. Destiny grinned, "girllll." She put all the money in her duffle bag, and unzipped her backpack that she had jeans, a while tank top and some black and white converse in. Destiny took off her heels and sat then off to the side as she pulled her tank top over her head, and slipped on her jeans. "Girl you got 5 minutes to run to the bus stop." Sugar alerted me. "Shit!" Destiny struggled as she put on her converse tying them up. She grabbed her heels and put them in her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. "I'm out y'all." She picked up her duffle bag and headed to the bosses office. "Bye!" The girls said in sync. Destiny knocked on the door. "Come on in." She went halfway in his office. "Aye Simon I'm heading out for tonight." "Alright, you have a blessed night tonight Destiny." He smiled. "You to boss." Destiny left out the room and closed the door. She ran out the back door, and ran around the corner and she bumped into somebody. "Oh shit!" Destiny almost fell and the dude caught her. "My bad." Destiny looked up at the guy and it was the same dude that was throwing hundreds at her in the club. "Oh hey, uhh look I have to go because I'm almost about to miss my bus." Destiny explained. "You want a ride?" He asked. "No thanks I'll just- "Call me Gelo by the way. C'mon I'll give you a ride baby." He kissed her hand. He grabbed her hand leading her to his Ferrari. "Woah this all you?" Destiny questioned getting in the passenger seat and sitting her thinks in her lap. "All me." He smiled pushing the start button of his car. He pulled off, "So um.... "Destiny." She replied. "Where you stay?" "I stay in Comfort Inn right now, until I'm able to get an apartment." Destiny looked out the window. "You should have the money now." Gelo grabbed his goatee smirking at her. Destiny laughed. "Yeah I should, I appreciate it Gelo." "Money ain't a problem for me baby girl, I'm a big baller." He put his hand on her thigh. "Oh yeah? What does that mean?" "I mean it has mutiple meanings I can show you one of 'em." He challenged. "Show me." Destiny bit her lip. Gelo whipped into an empty parking lot and turned his car off. Destiny put her bags on the floor and leaning over in the seat unbuckling his belt, and sliding off his jeans. Gelo cracked both of the windows and looked down at Destiny as she teased him through his boxers. "C'mon baby, don't play with me like that." She locked her fingers in the inside of his boxers before pulling them down. "Damn." Destiny whispered, and wrapped her hand around his dick. Destiny stroked it a few times and she wrapped her mouth around the tip, making her way down slowly trying to take every inch of him in her mouth. Gelo hissed and pushed Destiny's head down more making her choke. She hummed and bobbed her head up and down. "Shit." Gelo's head fell back on the head rest. Destiny continued to bob her head as her saliva covered his dick. "Ohh you nasty with it." Gelo chuckled. "Mmm." She pulled him out of her mouth and took off her tank top exposing her boobs. Gelo reclined his seat as far as he could as he watched Destiny strip out of her clothes. "So sexy." Gelo pinched her nipples. Destiny giggled and straddled him, "Lemme slide that thong to the side baby." He winked. "Go ahead." Gelo pulled her thong to the side, and she slowly lowered down onto him. Gelo groaned and grabbed her waist with one hand as she started to bounce up and down. "Oh fuck." Destiny moaned. "Yeah just like that." He smacked her ass. Destiny could definitely feel all of him in this position. She held onto the seat as he started to thrust upwards. "Gelo!" She cried out. He wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as he sped up his pace. "Shit." "Ohh Gelo right there!" She dug her nails into the seat and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried not to cum. Gelo cupped and squeezed her ass as he pounded into her. "You gonna cum?" "Yes can I cum?" Destiny clenched around him. "Cum." Destiny released onto Gelo, and he pulled out and strokes himself a few times before cumming all over her back. "Uh, ma'am, sir?" A bright light flashed into the car and it was a police officer. "Uhhh." Gelo and Destiny both said while looking at the police officer awkwardly. "Awh c'mon now get a room, this is private property no one can here, but I'll let it slide since you uhh..." The police flashed his light on Destiny boobs. "Since ya busy or whatever, but get outta here." He walked back to his police car.

#liangelo ball #gelo

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